Here's one for you.. I own a cache, hidden up in a climbable tree, climbable even for the most timid. The cache is rated 2.5/3.5. I get a kick out logs like this:

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Out with BHS4Jas for the day and this one was just crazy. We think someone helped make this cache extra challenging because we found the cache twenty feet up a tree. One of our younger cachers climbed the tree and with a little help knocked it down. We signed the log and placed it back in the tree - jut lower (but not too low).

Why do cachers feel compelled to interpret how the cache should be hidden? STOP SCREWING WITH MY HIDES. If you don't like em, stay out of the woods.

Log Date: 11/3/2011
Crikey, this was a tough one. It turns out I had only a few digits wrong, but since those were on the left-hand side of the decimal point, my final was on some weird white thing in some woods about six miles northwest of the posted coordinates. Those coordinates didn't pass the geochecker, but curiosity was starting to rear its ugly head and honestly I've had enough of those kinds of consequences. It takes a toll on a guy.

So this morning, fresh off an epic puzzle solve yesterday, I decided this one was going to crack! I was armed with a nudge towards the general area, which helped me get the minutes down, and from there I was only one digit off. Rock! I decided to pick it up on my lunchbreak today. Or should I call it my "anklebreak"? GZ was treacherous! Just a few days ago mnfishnutz tried to gouge out an eye, and now he was going after my ankles! Some people! The find was mercifully quick and I fashioned a splint and made a rudimentary crutch out of some branches and an old
stroller and hobbled back to my car, a broken, humbled man.

Thanks for the puzzle, cache, and coordinates to that sweet stroller carcass, mnfishnutz! Now where'd I put the coordinates for that white thing...

For those who don't know the "Just a few days ago mnfishnutz tried to gouge out an eye" was from a few days ago when he got a FTF on a cache of ours in a VERY pointy cedar. Hope you guys are laughing as much as we did, and if you don't know him it is funnier if you do.

That is way easier than asking a previous solver; I may have to try it the next time I am stumped!_________________"We never seek things for themselves-what we seek is the very seeking of things"-Pascal

KaitN found Day 1 - Powerline Trail - Look at the M (Traditional Cache) at 11/4/2011

Log Date: 11/4/2011

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Finally, a woodsy cache that was very easy to locate. Unfortunately, the caching Powers That Be made up for the ease of finding this cache by entangling about 20 burs in my hair.

I was holding a very cranky toddler as I was putting the cache back, so I apologize for not taking proper care with the logbook. I just had to get out of there ASAP, I did not want to spend another second in the woods knowing that we were close enough to civilization that there were probably many people who could hear the screaming baby in the woods. You know how it is. So I hope that someone else finds the cache soon and takes care to make sure the logbook is properly wrapped and sealed.

I can only imagine what the people in the parking lot must have been thinking as they watched me emerge from the woods while carrying a crying child, both of us covered in burs. My 9-yr-old dutifully volunteered to help me remove the burs from my hair, trying his darndest not to hurt me, then very diplomatically suggested that I "might wanna take a shower." Ha ha, good guy, that. I like having him around. I also like a good conditioner.

"With a great deal frustration, I wandered back and forth along the shore. I finally sat out on the willow over the water and tried to sing a few Dolphin Songs. Within moments there was a great deal of splashing and loud outbursts urging me to stop the god awful sounds I was making. I told the Mer "person" that I would quit if she would help me with this cache. She said she could not leave the water but had seen a few other "of you landlubbers poking around over there" as she pointed towards the shore. "Here?", I said. To which she splashed me again and said, "More to your starboard! Ya goofy toneless dork!" I was able to quickly make the find after the "gracious" help of the local indigenous inhabitant. Soaked, yet pleased, I scampered back up the hill and made my escape before the wily mer tried to enchant me or some other despicable thing. Ya never know what might happen deep in the western prairies!"

"With a great deal frustration, I wandered back and forth along the shore. I finally sat out on the willow over the water and tried to sing a few Dolphin Songs. Within moments there was a great deal of splashing and loud outbursts urging me to stop the god awful sounds I was making. I told the Mer "person" that I would quit if she would help me with this cache. She said she could not leave the water but had seen a few other "of you landlubbers poking around over there" as she pointed towards the shore. "Here?", I said. To which she splashed me again and said, "More to your starboard! Ya goofy toneless dork!" I was able to quickly make the find after the "gracious" help of the local indigenous inhabitant. Soaked, yet pleased, I scampered back up the hill and made my escape before the wily mer tried to enchant me or some other despicable thing. Ya never know what might happen deep in the western prairies!"

"With a great deal frustration, I wandered back and forth along the shore. I finally sat out on the willow over the water and tried to sing a few Dolphin Songs. Within moments there was a great deal of splashing and loud outbursts urging me to stop the god awful sounds I was making. I told the Mer "person" that I would quit if she would help me with this cache. She said she could not leave the water but had seen a few other "of you landlubbers poking around over there" as she pointed towards the shore. "Here?", I said. To which she splashed me again and said, "More to your starboard! Ya goofy toneless dork!" I was able to quickly make the find after the "gracious" help of the local indigenous inhabitant. Soaked, yet pleased, I scampered back up the hill and made my escape before the wily mer tried to enchant me or some other despicable thing. Ya never know what might happen deep in the western prairies!"

HOW did I know who wrote that? Classic ...

Thanks for posting.

Yup, that was my first thought also._________________"We never seek things for themselves-what we seek is the very seeking of things"-Pascal

"With a great deal frustration, I wandered back and forth along the shore. I finally sat out on the willow over the water and tried to sing a few Dolphin Songs. Within moments there was a great deal of splashing and loud outbursts urging me to stop the god awful sounds I was making. I told the Mer "person" that I would quit if she would help me with this cache. She said she could not leave the water but had seen a few other "of you landlubbers poking around over there" as she pointed towards the shore. "Here?", I said. To which she splashed me again and said, "More to your starboard! Ya goofy toneless dork!" I was able to quickly make the find after the "gracious" help of the local indigenous inhabitant. Soaked, yet pleased, I scampered back up the hill and made my escape before the wily mer tried to enchant me or some other despicable thing. Ya never know what might happen deep in the western prairies!"